No, not gas. The written California driver’s test. But I almost didn’t get there. I had the address, and I was sure I knew where it was, But Cliff, who was driving, was quite skeptical. And when we got to the spot where I thought the DMV office should be, it wasn’t. A good thing we left the house early. Cliff swung the car around and said, “I know where it is.” And he did.
The one thing I didn’t forget was all the paper work, including the address. I had just put that address in the wrong part of town. Ah, well, all’s well that ends well, as Shakespeare once said.
Humor -- I, think you’ll either laugh or shudder at this one.
The manager spotted an old customer wandering the aisles of the supermarket. “We’re having a sale on tongue,” he said. “Would you like some?”
“Eeww,” shuddered the woman. “I would never eat anything from an animal’s mouth!”
“Then how about a dozen eggs?”